This past Wednesday night a dear friend's father went to be with Christ; both of her parents had covid-19; her mother is having a difficult recovery. I heard the news on Thursday morning. As I contemplated this passing from the earthly to the heavenly, this is what I saw:
Blessed Eternal Portal
Blessed Eternal Portal
Rooted on Calvary,
With arms outstretched
Beckoning me, embracing me.
O heavenly Tree I come to you,
Stained as you are
I come as I am,
For my Assurance is the Lamb.
Offered on you,
Tree and altar
In which He comes to me,
And I come to Him.
Doorway into heavenly realms
Celestial anthems calling me,
I must go now,
“Dear Daughter, I Iove you.”
What is this? Jesus is not sitting at the Father’s right
hand.
No, O my! He is standing with arms outstretched
Welcoming me…
Through the Blessed Portal of the Cross.
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